Since I went to bed really late (it was actually around five in the morning already in fact), it was kind of expected that I’d wake up very late as well. In fact, it was just a few minutes shy of lunch, which was convenient in a way, since I was hungry.
Oddly enough, the fact that I was alone at home didn’t really register until I was talking with my mother over the telephone. She called in (long-distance, obviously), and sometime during our conversation I mentioned if she wanted to talk to my sister. Nanay of course didn’t want me to bother her (we’re both familiar with her temper), but I insisted. Besides, unlike me, she seems to always have something to talk about with her. So I went up to her room… and found it empty. Sometime during the morning, despite the fact that she slept at almost the same time I did, she apparently went out. Hmm.
I spent the rest of the afternoon just lazing around after that. It was gloomy for a bit after lunchtime, though it only really started to rain sometime past one. It almost made me want to put off the afternoon walk I’ve been wanting to do again. Almost.
In the end, I just waited for the rain to abate a bit, before I put on my sneakers and my windbreaker, and went on my usual route through the city. Given how out-of-shape I was, it was strictly brisk walking, but maybe I can do that tomorrow instead, weather permitting.
Just how did I know I was out of shape? Well, I tried doing running through the block encompassing the Ayala Triangle Park, Stock Exchange, and Library, and guess what happened? My right leg cramped up within minutes of even attempting a brisk jog. Oi. At least I wasn’t out of breath, but the cramps really drive home the point that I have a lot to make up for again.
Anyway, tomorrow it’s back to work for me. Obviously I’m going to have to carry with me the prescription and medical certificate I received two days ago, and while it won’t really clean up that absence from my record, at least I have proof that I was feeling crummy that day, and not just goofing off.
Ah, which reminds me. Bed beckons, so I must heed it’s siren call.
